It was an average day when my citizens had decided to throw a festival. To celebrate the kingdom's achievements.
As king, I simply allowed it. However, I told them it would take roughly a week to fully complete. They should be prepared to work
The following day, I saw workers begin organizing different events that would happen within the festival. They had decided on three major events within the festival. There would be a parade, a feast, and a bonfire.
Over the coming week I supervised, different performances that would be present within the festival. I had to judge several dances, performances, and plays. I also had to try out different exotic foods, to see which were acceptable.
The workers had suggested that I be in the parade however, I politely declined the offer. I had suggested that the army's knights should be allowed to participate. They happily obliged me.
After a week of diligent work, everything was finally ready. The final day had come, and it would be one of rest. Tomorrow would be the festival.
I had called a meeting for everyone to meet at the town hall. I had thanked everyone who worked so hard to make this happen and told them to get a good nights rest.
As the night descends upon the city, people walk back to their homes and into their beds. The citizens rest and eagerly wait for the celebration.
I found myself awakening in an odd place. The land on which I walk was wet, and dry. The sky was grey. The buildings looked old and decrepit, overtaken by an unusual growth. The streets filled with potholes and trash.
I was wearing an unusual outfit, and a strange masquerade mask. The outfit is of a Victorian era. I had heard that is what this style of clothing is called. The outfit seemed to be drained of colour, seemingly matching the sky.
I came across a stranger who wore similar clothing. I asked him where I was. He replied in a language I didn't understand. It sounded odd, as if he was mocking me. I say "he", though it didn't feel human.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of marching. A band of people dressed in torn rags came dancing across the street. They didn't see me and simply walked past. All of them held sticks with dolls hanging upon them. The dolls looked like they were being lynched, with holes where there faces should be.
Upon closer inspection, these "people" where horribly disfigured. Most where bleeding, some bad limbs where none should be, some had extra faces, some where clearly sick.